Aurora D'Angelo / Isla Smith
I took a deep breath, stretching my limbs. Slowly, I opened my eyes.
This is not my home.
I looked around.
I was alone.
This room, this space radiated the familiarity and comfort of Ashton's personality.
I took another deep breath this time, not because I was out of breath, but because I needed to know. I allowed my supernatural senses to kick in.
Holy s**t!
No,
No, no, no…
Please tell me I didn't stay the night in his place.
Panic.
This didn't happen, but then, “What happened?” I mumbled, frantically performing a full body search.
Fully clothed.
Covered.
Underwear on.
Hair, a mess, but that was normal. I am a messy sleeper.
Shoes, in the corner by the door.
Bra on…
Alright, nothing happened… I think. I guess.. I don´t know.
